[Ah, right... how stupid of him. Mettaton' SOUL really does look much worse up close, crumbling and on the verge of collapsing. There's something sticking out... can he pull it out? Was it hurting him?]
Okay, I'm...
[God, what does he even say here?
....]
Whatever happens next, you won't be alone in this. I'll be right here.
... I'm so sorry, Mettaton.
[Maybe not the best comfort, but it's all he can offer. Taking a breath, he pushes in the syringe and gives Mettaton half of the needle's Determination. If he can, he'll try removing that metal piece too.
And once that's started, Asriel shoves the needle into his own arm, taking the rest of it.]
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Okay, I'm...
[God, what does he even say here?
....]
Whatever happens next, you won't be alone in this. I'll be right here.
... I'm so sorry, Mettaton.
[Maybe not the best comfort, but it's all he can offer. Taking a breath, he pushes in the syringe and gives Mettaton half of the needle's Determination. If he can, he'll try removing that metal piece too.
And once that's started, Asriel shoves the needle into his own arm, taking the rest of it.]